𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙃 ˟
it ought to be a downright crime that such an alcoholic drink can be invented. so assuming, so easy to drink, and she’s sighing as she manages to get herself up onto the barstool, undoubtedly due to the added height of her heels, her feet finally getting some rest as she settles in the seat, leaning forward with her face cupped in the palms of her hands, calling out for one bartender in particular. “ geon ~ ” at the very most, he’s a person she genuinely feels as if she could trust to make her drink without needed to be watched, not that it stops her but, still, the thought is what counts.
“ geon, i wish you had macarons right now. will you make me some tomorrow? ” she’s nearly whining, the intoxication blooming in her cheeks in shades of rosy pink and cherry red. “ it was valentine’s today but i didn’t get a single macaron, i should’ve asked you or sian sooner. you guys would’ve made them for me, right? ” of course she could always do so herself but where’s the sentiment in that, the affection? okay, sure, an argument could be made for independence and self-love but, in this state, lara couldn’t give a damn. her usual agenda slips away as she sighs again.
“ i think i want another long island. will you make me one? you’re my absolute favorite bartender. ” but now that she thinks about it . . . where did she even leave the last glass she had? hopefully in the hands of one of the staff walking around the floor. if not . . . she can’t imagine how she’d backtrack to find it. if she even could at this point. // ✧ ━━ sgngeon
